On The Edge. | Steve Rogers.

eighteen.

Issac was just dozing off again when he heard something clatter, followed by the sound of a hard slap against someone's skin. He blinked, craning his neck slightly to look over the back of the couch. Natasha was whispering furiously to Steve as he carefully picked up the box of books he'd dropped, moving it from one side of the room to the other. After he'd been released from the hospital, the two of them had been adamant about helping him out during his recovery until he could safely do things on his own. While he was grateful for their help, he didn't feel as though he needed it as much as they thought he did. They've also taken matters into their own hands and have begun cleaning and reorganizing his messy apartment. Typical.

He sighed, letting his head fall heavily onto the cushion and closing his eyes once again. He was tired from physical therapy and he felt kind of gross, the last thing he needed was two mother hens hovering over him 24/7. He really just wanted to take a long shower and then sleep the rest of the day, but he had a feeling they wouldn't let him do that either.

A few minutes later, there was a light hand on his uninjured shoulder, gently shaking him awake. He opened his eyes again and frowned up at the person, raising an eyebrow. Natasha stood in front of him, grabbing his hand and placing two white pills in his palm before handing him a glass of water.

"If you're gonna sleep, at least take your meds before you do." She scolded gently, earning a light eye roll from the male.

He did as he was told regardless, washing down the antibiotic and painkiller with a large sip of water. He placed the glass on the coffee table in front of him, sitting up a bit as glancing back at Steve. He was standing in front of his very cluttered bookshelf, reading over the titles carefully. He'd gotten a bit carried away, many of his newer unread books still laying in boxes or neatly stacked in front of the shelves. He needed to buy more or make room on what he had, but he'd never gotten around to it. Knowing Steve actually kept his own apartment neat and in near pristine condition, he felt a bit embarrassed by his personal clutter.

Natasha reached over, playfully ruffling his hair a bit before smiling.

"I have to get going. You gonna be okay?" She asked, genuine and concerned. There was no mockery or teasing in her tone, she was truly and clearly worried about his wellbeing it seemed.

"I keep telling you both I'll be fine." he mumbled petulantly, looking down at the glass of water. "Thank you." he mumbled after a moment. As annoying as it was, he genuinely appreciated their concern underneath it all. It felt nice to be cared about so deeply, having been on his own for so long.

Natasha just shook her head, grabbing her purse as she left the apartment. She had some things she needed to take care of that were more important, he completely understood that. Only, he was surprised Steve wasn't leaving with her.

"Are you not going with her?" he asked, looking back at the male again.

Steve quickly tore his eyes away from the shelf as if he'd been caught staring at something he shouldn't be.

"I can leave if you want-" He cleared his throat, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't wanna overstay my welcome."

Issac sighed softly, watching the male for a moment before shaking his head, moving over slightly so he was no longer sitting in the middle of the couch.

"No, it's alright. I don't really mind the company, honestly." He admitted, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. "anything you wanna watch?" He asked.

He listened carefully as Steve's footsteps came closer until he was rounding the couch, sitting beside him as they both stared at the TV. Like usual, there wasn't anything good on the general cable channels, so he resorted to the streaming services that he'd paid for over the years.